There was a girl with purple hair who sat at the same table at the same time every day.
She was beautiful.
One time her hair had faded to a weird pinkish red but the very next day it was bright purple again, shiny and vibrant against her black coat. Her nails were a matching shade and they clicked delightfully when she tapped out a text.
Salma watched her from behind the counter every day, entranced at her smile and the pleased way she sipped her mocha with an extra shot. Salma was usually washing up when she wandered in so had not had the chance to speak to her. Too nervous to ask Pauline to swap tasks, she watched from the corner of her eye as the girl sat in the same seat whenever possible.
She was at least 6 foot tall. She would tower over Salma easily but that didn’t matter. She spoke softly, almost at a whisper, but laughed loudly when Pauline joked with her over the morning coffee.
Salma had one hell of a crush and she felt a blush come to her cheeks once the clock ticked round to 7.35.
Monday was the day. Monday was the day Pauline looked over and said “Hey, let me do the washing up today.”
Salma’s face was hot and red within an instant but Pauline only grinned and nodded at the queue at the counter. Purple-haired girl was second in line, patiently studying the menu despite always choosing the same drink.
Salma didn’t even register the order she handed over to the man in the suit but he didn’t complain so she must have got it right. Purple-haired girl was already smiling at her as she pulled off her headphones.
“Mocha with an extra shot please.”
“Don’t you want to try something new once in a while?” Salma couldn’t believe the betrayal of her mouth. She had definitely not meant to say that out loud. Purple-haired girl only laughed.
“Well what do you recommend?”
“Well I’m a big fan of the caramel latte. Or just a good fruit tea. Blackcurrant is good.”
“Ok, maybe I’ll take you up on that tomorrow.” The purple-haired girl grinned down at Salma, who could only giggle in response.
Their hands brushed as coffee and coins were exchanged and Salma could feel her face burning hotter and hotter.
“See you tomorrow.” Purple-haired girl said and winked as she made her way to her usual table.
Salma was stunned for a few seconds before there was an impatient cough and if a couple of people got slightly incorrect orders, Pauline certainly didn’t say anything.
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